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Salomé looked down at the glass cup overfilling with water in the rusty sink, she had stood there for 2 minutes or so until she realized what was happening in front of her.
Salomé quickly turned the sink handle cutting off the water. Her back leaning against the sink she let out a deep sigh.
What had she gotten herself into Salomé thought. Head dipped down she tried to clear her mind, her head had been crammed with Tommy almost dying, and the life Tommy lived that had great risk to it.
Salomé felt the memories of her mother and brother's death creeping into her memory, shaking her head so the tears wouldn't fall. The young girl didn't know what to do if everytime Tommy was in trouble, she had to be met with the heart wrenching memories of the that night. How could Salomé handle the feeling the love of her life could be dead or dying because he got hurt.

"Hey." Salomé looks up to being greeted by a bloodied and patched up Tommy entering the backroom, a look of concern on his face.
Salomé gave him a small smile as Tommy stood there by the door.
"Happy to see you still kicking." Salomé chuckled to herself. Tommy's lip twitched a small snicker coming out.
"I bet ya are."
"How long will you be kicking Tommy, uh?" Salomé sighed, her hands squeezing the railing of the sink behind her.

He knew what Salomé meant but he knew he didn't have a answer.
"When the Lord decide it's time to send ya to glory." Salomé answered for Tommy shaking her head at him.
"Tommy I know we agreed to help each other, but we can't help each other when one of us is dodging the reaper every damn day." Salomé let go of the sink, putting her hands on her face in frustration.

"Salomé, I know you weren't born or raised up to be with a man like me but I'm turning things around." Tommy walked up to Salomé, placing his hands on her arms. "I will 'ave one the biggest legal racetrack company in the country." Salomé didn't want to listen.